"Texas. No... my caravan didn't dare go to Texas. We stayed mostly in Idaho and Nebraska until we decided to travel along the coast. More people and perhaps less chaos if we stayed North." A rough sigh escaped him, knowing a lot of good men passed away a few months ago. "I had an office in the suburbs of Dover, we were approaching the 8th year and Amy just turned one." He studied her for a moment, "The Oma could use another hand in the future, I'll bet. But - " He holds up a finger, head pokes out the window and he reminds the children to stay near.
And then he turns back to Orion, smile sheepish. "They need a babysitter."
He then sat on the desk, hands resting on the edge. "At first to get the scope of the land. I've could have wandered to the Lawu with the assumption they're all fishermen. Eventually I heard stories about the Chet and how they have a thumb in just about everything. I figure they wouldn't mind a man staying with the Enks to serve the community as a whole. At the least until he figures out where he wants to settle." Doc studies her then, "And you?" A pause, and then offers his hand, "Charles or Doc. Your name?"